#line of dialogue

[celira]

1/5+1

Words had never been Camilla's main wield. She started walking at just shy of 8 months old and talking some time after she had passed age 3, by which point her sweating dads had long memorized every developmental timeline that Genetics had to offer for toddlers. Her sense of balance was, they joked nervously, just that exceptional - one milestone in the first percentile and one in the 99th in dramatic symmetry.

(This joke was, maybe, also her first and most formative encounter with standard deviations and long-term data collection.)

Palamedes, it turned out, was almost the equal and exact opposite – talking just about immediately and toddling just about nowhere, though having a captive audience suited his mother well enough until he absorbed enough for his return volleys to start vexing her; his father, fortunately, had patience enough for all three – and thus they were in this regard, too, a matched set.

Which made her current state of imbalance all the more intractable and all the more intolerable – she, the photo negative of a god-killing star, fumbling in an endlessly empty gravity well too deep for light to escape.

Or sound, for that matter – so while she figured out (because she had to) how to cross the horizon of an event she still couldn't think about, everything else met silence.

It wasn't, as she later told her dads, that she couldn't speak. They were understandably concerned that her head tilts and restless feet might belie limitations in cognitive development, other metrics for the Sixth to mark down, other disambiguations in her life path before she reached the fork that led to someone who could tell that those, too, were communication.

It wasn't, as she vaguely registered a nameless Blood of Eden medic shining a penlight into her eyes, that she couldn't reply when asked "how many fingers am I holding up?" – it's that some stars were still too bright to look at directly, and beyond that, sight didn't matter yet. Nothing else mattered yet, words least of all.

It's that she needed a reason to want to be deeply and urgently understood –

Her first words came in a complete sentence, spoken in the newly-encountered presence of one Palamedes Sextus and to the eternal surprise of their collective fathers.

Her last words to him were –

She couldn't remember.

"I said, how many fingers – ugh, this is pointless."

She didn't have the reason, and neither did any of them.

[jopzer]

— no video games before bedtime. unless it's animal crossing. that shit's fucking soothing.

(pt. 1) (pt. 2)

[cindfourth]

Whumptober Day 2

“They don’t care about you.”

She’d heard it all her life. From Harrow, of course. What if my other parent is someone important then you’ll be sorry.

“It doesn’t matter, Griddle. They don’t care about you.”

She heard it so many times it became a part of her. The Reverend Mother and Father, Crux, Harrow, the horrible great aunts. Aiglamene. They don’t care about you. 

Then she got asked how big her biceps were. She was offered an obscene amount of dessert. Someone took her hand in his and held it. Small hands clutched at her robes in a pool.

By the time she opened her eyes again in a mockery of her body she was convinced it had been a dream. Her important parent dressed her up and paraded her around, but her fuckoff shit only companion confirmed it. He doesn’t care about you. They don’t care about you.

Only as far as they could use her for their own fucking purposes. Puncturing the goddamn femoral sheath her ass. But there was an odd comfort in the confirmation.

They don’t care about you.

[glitter-and-metal]

Fulfilling the @whumptober prompt "I'm fine." from No. 15

Fandoms - Star Trek: Enterprise and Desmond's (TV)

Rating - Teen And Up Audiences

Tony, Malcolm's brother, has been on Enterprise for two months when an attack on the ship leaves him seriously injured. Although he recovers physically, Malcolm can't help but notice that Tony is struggling so he does what he can to help his brother.

[starkspi]

[beif0ngs]

alright look, i just wanna know who is the writer that came up with the dumbass idea of replacing the line “Ever since I lost my son, I think of you as my own” with “Lu Ten would have been proud to have you as his father” in this scene for the Netflix live action series???

[forgwater]

[zorangezest]

you guys are never gonna guess what i watched recently

IVE ACCUMULATED SO MANY

[theribbajack]

"Now, the vow will be honoured, and my Lord brother's soul will return."

Radahn stans keep winning, but I personally am in Miyazaki's walls rn

[majunju]

dress

[nidbaesenpai]

Dare you say this love could just save you

[celira]

day 14 + 15

“Fuck. What the actual shitting fuck did you do to yourself, Cam?”

“I’m fine.”

“You are bleedingly, horse-shittingly, clearly not fine. You’re maybe going into shock or something, but fine is not in the cards. Fine has not remotely been dealt in. Fine does not have money to put into the pot. Did you dislocate your knee?”

“I’ll be o–”

“If you tell me you’re okay right now, after a tumble like that, I’m going to dislocate the other one. Sextus is going to flip–”

“Don’t tell the Warden.”

“Why the shit do you still call him t– holy fuck, whoa, I’ve got you. Steady. I’m calling the medics over. And then I’m calling your boyfriend–”

“He’s not.”

“Conjoined twin, significant other, worse half, headcrab, whatever. He’ll want to know.”

“No, he won’t.”

“What the– Cam, what is this pity party? Is that why you’ve been so reckless lately? Fuck. Stay with me. Wait, did you hit your head too?”

“I think so.”

“Shit. Just hold on. Hold on for another minute.”

—

“Cam? Where have you–”

“Sex Pal. Your girl absolutely trashed herself in practice today. I’m at health services, but they took her to the actual ER. She’s not dying, just banged up– hello? Hello? … The things I do for these dipshits.”

— 

“Cam! What possessed you?”

“Hello to you too, Warden.”

“How can you– I nearly had a heart attack when Gideon called me. What happened?”

“I got distracted. I took a tumble. I’m fine.”

“You are not fine. You don’t get distracted. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Cam. Talk to me. Why won’t you tell me?”

“...”

“Is it–”

“I can’t do this.”

“What?”

“I can’t rely on you any more.”

“What– what do you mean? What’s changed– oh. But–”

“Let’s not talk about it.”

“Camilla.”

“Palamedes.”

“You–”

“This isn’t how it happens.”

[oobbbear]

Did a small practice :]🌟

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[floweroflaurelin]

BigB is making me lose my mind.

—

My buddy @salemoleander made a post going over all the weird stuff with BigB’s unusual Secret and it got my mind racing. The red icon... The isolating, grindy, antisocial task... The strange phrasing… Makes you think 👀

(Even if it turns out to be nothing I WILL be headcanoning lore about it hehehe)

[kemendin]

It's called depression, Astarion